He stood up and spread out the blanket, pulling it over himself in one smooth motion. It wrapped around his entire body perfectly, covering him from head to toe.
"It really fits perfectly... No wonder those attackers could run around outside alone." He felt some understanding in his heart.
Setting the blanket aside, he wandered around the cave, thinking about what he should synthesize next as a priority.
'I should deal with the water issue now. How long has it been since I last bathed? The little water I use to clean my wounds is not enough. And those are just minor wounds—if they were severe, they would definitely get infected.' He tried to remember when he last bathed but couldn't recall.
Looking down at himself, he rubbed his grimy arm and a strip of black dirt came off instantly.
'Water is the foundation of everything. I'll need a lot of it for growing mushrooms later, so securing a water source is a must.'
